Name:
Natalie Stanwyck
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Sex:
Cougar
Race:
White
Age:
Old enough.


Strength:
[1 to 10]
Perception:
[1 to 10]
Endurance:
[1 to 10]
Charisma:
[1 to 10]
Intelligence:
[1 to 10]
Agility:
[1 to 10]
Luck:
[1 to 10]
[PC or NPC]

Skills:
Dancing the Coyote Ugly, latching onto clueless bumpkins and leeching them to death.
Profession:
Barmaid, Parasite Eve
Background:
Natalie Stanwyck was bred from frozen semen and egg samples, incubated in the third stomach of a plague-infected cow, that had been fed nearly nothing but Insta-Tacos and Haribo Bears.

Well, okay. Her birth wasn't that awesome. She was born into a family of pre-plague pop culture hoarders. Before the apocalypse, the family ran the local Video One store, a pre-hipster hipster joint if there ever were one. It was a low-budget VHS rental affair, with the cliche plethora of rows upon rows of wonderful video reels, in aged cases, covers shielded by thick, malleable plastic. Natalie's parents (or grandparents, step-grandparents, half-cousin's step-sister's twice removed daughter-in-law's family. whatever) 'inherited' the place from the owners and protected it like madmen. Now, it functions as a sort-of tourist trap for wasteland settlers. For a price, you can view a number of videos on display inside the store. But proceed with caution; Stanwyck [shit. did he really just hyperlink the same page? citation needed] and her family are well armed, and well crazy. batshit insane, even.

Natalie prides herself as being an anthropomorphized venus fly trap of young men. Males(.) (..) (...?) best avoid the Video One - you might not make it out with your dignity and ballsack intact.
Inventory:
Fire Axe, Human Meat